Poem -

Kite

Kite

Gentleness of a touch,

Or harshness of a voice, 

Blinding light or darkest night

I feel like a kite in the city lights.

Flying and twisting around concrete homes,

Twirling like a ballerina,

Or those bright strobes on stripper poles,

My past and future black like Lapland coals.

Maybe I feel I'm growing old?

Eighteen and spiraling through the street fights, 

A kite the only thing I can be like, 

Life is drole, 

But the wind still rolls,

And the kite does as its told, 

But I don't. 

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Bradford

Hi Samantha welcome to Cosmo ! A great read. Twirling like a balllerina or stripper poles lights . Very amusing. Keep writing you have the talent . Take care, Bradford 

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Jason Brown

An intriguing and apt metaphor; the kite, buffeted at the mercy of forces over which it has little or no control.

Lovely poem.

Welcome to Cosmofunnel.

J ;)

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Kimmy Alan

Being your not a kite, no one can pull  your stings.

Great poem.

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